The path is wide enough to share
I need not walk alone
Photographically Inspired Writing
Author: Patrick Jennings
I travel, when I can. Write, when inspired. Photograph, where there's beauty. Make films, for a living.
Oh, and I play a decent didjiridu.
Play ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #203
I recall the world
Through my child-eyes
To see all the world
Is play
Mothers ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #202
When I was a child
There was always a hand
Within my reach
When I needed reassurance
Or wandered too close to peril
To share the warmth of a loving gesture
Be supportive to others
Defend the vulnerable
Love unconditionally…
Fractured ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #201
All these moments
Become fractured memories
Altered with time
Become fractured memories
Altered with time
In a mind
Bent on manipulating them
To serve the present
Wheels ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #200
I roll along
With the flow
Some sunny Sunday
Afternoon
With the flow
Some sunny Sunday
Afternoon
That’s all there is
Within my mind
Naught but the sound
Of wheels on pavement
As my body cleaves
The warm still air
The undulations
Of the path
The gentle song
My spirit sings
What else could I need
Loss ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #199
From time to time we lose
People, places and things
We love
People, places and things
We love
In the absence
Recollections induce the bittersweet
With time, perhaps, becoming less bitter than sweet
Losses lightened
By the moments, words and images
We’ve captured
The joys once lived
Remain in our memories
And in our hearts
In the empty spaces
Something new, perhaps
Something new to love
Beacons ~ Pic and a Word #198
We stumble over the blackened terrain
The dim beacon of possibility our guide
A brilliant luminescence promised
Just a few steps beyond our vision
The dim beacon of possibility our guide
A brilliant luminescence promised
Just a few steps beyond our vision
These are the affirmations
With which we keep hope alive
And find in ourselves
The tenacity to persevere
This is how we establish
Purpose and meaning
Our reason for being
No matter the undertaking
These beacons
Were not set by fate
Nor any divine intervention
But by our own dreams
A life without dreams
Is a life of darkness
A blackened terrain
Unmarked by beacons
Dreams create hope
Hope creates purpose
Purpose creates meaning
Meaning lights the beacons
